Chapter 87： The local tyrant is big

Chapter 87 The Tyrant Bull Is Big

Qiao Lingxiang listened to Lu Zhengqing’s words, nodded, and said seriously:

"Brother Zhengqing is fortunate, Brother Zhengqing is too good."

Lu Zhengqing's eyebrows were open and smiling triumphantly.

turned his head and looked at Qiao Lingxiang’s booth again. There were only a few watermelon knives left, and he said, "Oh!"

"Is it almost sold?"

"Yes, the dagger is best sold. Many people buy it home for their wives and daughters to defend themselves,"

Qiao Lingxiang sat on the stone stool, fiddled with the remaining watermelon knife, and answered Lu Zhengqing.

Lu Zhengqing, who was sitting in the booth, said to Cen Yi behind Qiao Lingxiang:

"Brother Cen, this dagger is so easy to sell, why don't you make some patterns on the scabbard to take care of the female market?"

Cen Yi, who was straddling his legs, gave a "chi", indicating that he was too lazy to do it, and raised his eyelids, glanced at Lu Zhengqing, and sneered, not to be a fan of him.

Lu Zhengqing poked Qiao Lingxiang.

Qiao Lingxiang, who was playing with the watermelon knife, was full of doubts, looked over slowly, and asked:

"Is there anything? Zhengqing brother?"

Lu Zhengqing looked at this Qiao Lingxiang who had no tacit understanding with him, blinked her peachy eyes and asked:

"Xiangxiang, do you think it’s better to add some patterns on the scabbard?"

Qiao Lingxiang, who felt completely unnecessary, felt Lu Zhengqing’s expectation and nodded hesitantly.

"Yes~~"

"Look, Xiangxiang feels so!"

Lu Zhengqing immediately clapped his hands, squatted beside Cen Yi, smiled like a male vixen, and said:

"Brother Cen~~um~~~?????"

Cen Yi’s face suddenly looked ugly after hearing this babble. He was shaking with goosebumps, his eyes looked at Lu Zhengqing coldly, and he uttered a word.

"roll!"

"喳～"

Lu Zhengqing rolled onto another stool and sat down, and went to talk to Mi Ranyi again.

It may be because the news of the closure of Xiangcheng Hospital and Xiangcheng Middle School has spread, so there are a little more people in the trading house when the popularity is floating.

Therefore, Lu Zhengqing, who did not have a stall, talked to Mi Ranyi and watched whether there were stall owners who wanted to set up their stalls, whether they occupied their stalls, and if so, he went up and talked to others. , Said this is their booth.

A pair of local tyrants have a big posture.

After a while, when it was time to eat at noon, Qiao Lingxiang counted how many energy coupons they had earned, then turned around and said to Cen Yi:

"I think there are roasted sweet potatoes over there, Brother Cen Yi, let me buy you some roasted sweet potatoes."

Cen said with an "um", the game on the mobile phone was extremely intense. He did not raise his head, but freed up a hand, handed Qiao Lingxiang a dagger, engraved with a few very simple patterns on the sheath, and said:

"Take it for self-defense, and shout if you have anything, brother can hear it."

"it is good."

Qiao Lingxiang took the dagger that Cen Yi handed over, and looked carefully, it was a small one, about the size of a utility knife, but the utility knife was easy to break, and the dagger made by Cen Yi was very hard and sharp.

Girls put them in their sleeves for self-defense, which is really great.

Cen Yi raised her eyes and saw that she liked it, he smiled, then frowned and confessed.

"Don't sell it, I made it for you."

His hands were shaking a little, but he didn't say anything.

Because he wanted to make a dagger for Qiao Lingxiang that was harder, sharper, and of better metal quality than other daggers, so he had a hard time. After eating two bowls of dumplings in the morning, he finally accumulated a little bit of supernatural energy. , It was used up once again, and it was overdrawn a lot.

Now I have some shaking hands, and my feet are soft, my concentration is not so concentrated, and a layer of cold sweat is coming out on my back.

However, speaking of this kind of thing would harm his man’s face, so naturally he can’t say it.

"Thank you Brother Cen Yi."

The fleshy girl smiled cutely, just like a white steamed bun, with a soft voice. Compared to Lu Zhengqing's deliberately articulated babble, I don't know how many times it sounds good. The flesh on her face is probably soft when pinched. of.

Cen Yi was also happy to see it, but he only waved his hand to indicate that she could go.

After Qiao Lingxiang collected his dagger, he walked to the stall selling roasted sweet potatoes and asked for the price. The roasted sweet potato stall owner immediately got up and greeted Qiao Lingxiang very graciously.

said:

"This, I don’t want your money anymore, so I’ll give you two sweet potatoes. Can you exchange a dagger with me?"

The trading house is very big, but there are not many people who come to set up the stalls. Cen Yi's booth is at the most conspicuous door of the trading house.

Although the stall selling roasted sweet potatoes, the location is not bad.

The trading house has just started, and all the stall owners who come here to set up a stall can apply for a well-located stall.

But Cen said that the stalls of their boys can be said to be the most golden positions in the entire trading house. Whether entering or exiting the trading house, they must pass through these stalls.

Therefore, the seller of sweet potatoes has been watching Cen Yi and Qiao Lingxiang selling daggers.

With some embarrassed expressions on his straight face, he said to Qiao Lingxiang:

"That's it. I have a daughter who is studying in a middle school in the suburbs."

His family lives outside the city, and they planted a sweet potato field. This time when they entered the city, they sold some stocks in the cellar. Because the daughter of the family had to study, and there was no energy voucher, the suburban school would not provide accommodation.

So the stall owner went to the city to sell some sweet potatoes to earn energy coupons.

This girl is in the suburbs. It’s not safe to walk home at night every day. Even if she stays, she is afraid that something bad will happen in this world. So the stall owner was moved and wanted to buy it for her daughter. Put the dagger.

Just for self-defense.

Qiao Lingxiang finished listening, and touched the dagger hidden in his sleeve. This is definitely not for sale. Cen Yi said that it could not be sold, nor could it be sold to death.

So, Qiao Lingxiang said:

"Then wait, I'll go back and see if there are any daggers."

She turned around and walked in the direction of Cen Yi, just to see the door of the trading house, and a group of boys with dyed hair came in, laughing and joking, noisy.

Several of the black-haired boys saw such a large volume of Qiao Lingxiang at a glance. They moved to Yuedian’s ear, pointed at Qiao Lingxiang, and glanced at Cen Yi who was sitting at the booth at the door, shut up and said nothing. NS.

Qiao Lingxiang realized that these black-haired boys are a bit familiar. After thinking about it, it suddenly dawned on them that they were the boys who were robbed of their phones with Cheng Tian yesterday.

Look at the headed, very non-mainstream boy with a tattoo on his chin, a look of disgust and mockery, full of malice.

A posture to do something

Do things, do things~~! ! !

(End of this chapter)